Office hours - Part 2

Chapter 4

Steam curled around me as I sank deeper into the lavender-scented bubbles. The hot water soothed my muscles, but did nothing to calm my racing thoughts. Rachel's tear-stained face kept flashing through my mind. The sound of her argument with Mark echoed in my memory, making my stomach clench.

My phone buzzed on the wooden stool beside the tub. I lifted my head from the bath pillow, heart skipping when I saw Rachel's name light up the screen. Careful not to drip water on my phone, I dried my hand on a nearby towel and reached for it.

"What you up to beautiful? 😘😘"

Heat flooded my cheeks that had nothing to do with the bath water. My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I typed: "Just relaxing in the bath."

Three dots appeared immediately. "Answer 😉😉😉"

Before I could process what she meant, my phone started vibrating with an incoming video call. Rachel's contact photo smiled up at me. My pulse quickened as I glanced down at the bubbles barely covering my chest.

The phone kept buzzing insistently in my hand. I bit my lip, torn between desire and nervousness. The bubbles would hide everything important, right? But what if they shifted? What if the camera angle was wrong?

My thumb trembled over the answer button as another buzz reminded me Rachel was still waiting.

I pressed answer, angling the phone carefully to show just my face and shoulders above the bubbles. The screen lit up with Rachel's bright smile.

"Hi there gorgeous." Rachel's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Lower the camera a bit?"

"Cheeky. Not yet." I shifted against the bath pillow. "How are you doing? After earlier..."

"I'm fine." Rachel took a sip from a large wine glass, her lips leaving a slight stain on the rim. "Mark went out drinking with his buddies anyway. I'm just relaxing on the sofa with some wine. Much better company."

"The way he spoke to you earlier..." I frowned, remembering his harsh tone.

"Don't worry about it." Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "Hey, want to see something fun?"

My breath caught. "Yes?"

Rachel propped her phone further away, revealing more of herself. She wore a thin white vest top that clung to her curves, the material so worn it was almost see-through. Without a bra underneath, her nipples pressed clearly against the fabric. Simple black cotton panties rode high on her hips, showing off her long, toned legs stretched out across her sofa.

"Like what you see?" She ran one hand slowly down her side, drawing my attention to the way her vest had ridden up to expose a strip of smooth skin above her panties.

Heat bloomed across my chest that had nothing to do with the bathwater. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, from the playful smile on her lips, from the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

"Sarah?" Rachel's voice dropped lower, more intimate. "You didn't answer my question."

I couldn't help the throaty "Yes" that escapes my lips. "God, Rachel. I like it so much."

"Then it's your turn." Her eyes glinted with playful hunger. "Show me more."

My pulse raced as I lifted the camera higher, revealing my shoulders and collarbone. Bubbles still concealed my breasts, but just barely. "Like this?"

"Move those bubbles for me." Rachel's voice grew husky. "Please?"

With trembling fingers, I brushed the bubbles aside. The cool air pebbled my exposed skin. Rachel's sharp intake of breath sent electric shivers down my spine.

"Holy shit, Sarah." She bit her lip, eyes wide. "They're even more gorgeous than I imagined. So much bigger than I thought." She traced her fingers across her own chest, mimicking what she described. "I want to run my tongue over those perfect nipples. Cup them in my hands and feel their weight."

"Rachel..." I whimpered, squirming in the cooling water. "Don't tease me like this. I'm still so wound up from earlier. From that kiss..."

"What kiss?" Her voice dripped with feigned innocence. "You mean this?" She pressed two fingers to her lips, then dragged them down her neck, between her breasts.

"You're cruel." My voice came out breathy, desperate.

"Move your hand lower," Rachel commanded, her voice soft yet firm. My pulse quickened as I slid my hand beneath the water, feeling the warmth envelop my fingers.

"Touch yourself for me," she coaxed, her eyes never leaving mine. I hesitated for a moment, but the hunger in her gaze pushed me over the edge. My fingers found their way between my legs, brushing against my clit. A gasp escaped my lips at the sensation.

"Oh, Sarah," Rachel purred, her voice like molten honey. "I bet that feels so good. I know you wish it were my hand."

My breathing grew ragged as I rubbed circles around my clit, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. "It does," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I wish it were you."

Rachel's eyes darkened with desire. "Keep going," she urged. "Don't stop."

My hips bucked slightly in the water as I followed her command, the sensation intensifying with each stroke. Rachel's gaze never wavered, locked onto mine through the screen.

"Go faster," she instructed, her tone dripping with authority and lust. "Keep your eyes on me."

I obeyed, quickening my pace, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The water sloshed around me, adding to the sensory overload.

"Look at me," Rachel insisted when I began to close my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. "Don't look away."

I forced my eyes open, meeting her smoldering gaze on the screen. Her lips parted slightly as she watched me, her own breathing mirroring mine.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice a sultry whisper. "You look so beautiful like this."

A whimper escaped me as I neared the edge, my fingers working furiously beneath the water.

"Imagine it's me touching you," Rachel murmured, her voice sending shivers down my spine. "Feel how much you want this."

"I do," I panted, barely coherent through the haze of pleasure.

Rachel's eyes burned with intensity. "Cum for me, Sarah," she urged. "Let go."

With a final desperate gasp, I shattered under her gaze, pleasure rippling through me in powerful waves. My body tensed and then relaxed into the water as I rode out the orgasm.

Rachel's satisfied smile filled the screen as I caught my breath. "Good girl," she praised softly.

I lay back in the tub, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated, unable to tear my eyes away from Rachel's adoring expression on the screen.

"You look so adorable when you cum," Rachel purred through the screen. "Your cheeks get all flushed, and your mouth makes this perfect little 'o' shape..."

"Stop it!" I splashed water at my phone screen, though my smile betrayed my attempt at indignation. "You're making me blush."

"That's kind of the point." Rachel stretched languidly on her couch, her vest riding up further. "So, will I be seeing much of you tomorrow at the office?"

My breath was still coming in short gasps as I steadied myself against the cooling bath water. "You'll be with me all day actually. Full training schedule - compliance procedures in the morning, then systems training after lunch."

"Mmmm." Rachel's tongue darted out to wet her lips. "In that case, I should tell you - I won't be wearing any panties tomorrow. Just that pencil skirt you seemed to like so much."

My pulse, which had barely started to slow, immediately quickened again. "Rachel..."

"And until then," she continued, her voice dropping to that commanding tone that made my insides melt, "no touching yourself. I want you desperate for me tomorrow."

I squirmed in the bath, already feeling heat pool between my legs again at her words. "That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, beautiful." Rachel blew a kiss at the screen. "But I promise it'll be worth the wait."

Chapter 5

I shifted in my chair, hyper-aware of Rachel's presence beside me. Her pencil skirt rode up as she crossed her legs, and the knowledge of what wasn't underneath made my mouth go dry.

"So my husband and I are thinking of trying this new fusion restaurant," Linda droned on, perched on the edge of my desk. "They do this amazing thing with beetroot."

Rachel's hand brushed against my thigh as she reached for a pen, sending electricity through my body. My breath caught in my throat.

"Sarah? Are you feeling alright? You look flushed." Linda's forehead creased with concern.

"Just warm in here." I tugged at my collar, avoiding Rachel's smirk.

"The air conditioning's been acting up," Rachel added, her foot now sliding against my ankle under the desk. "Makes it hard to concentrate sometimes."

I coughed to cover a gasp as her foot traveled higher. "Maybe we should open a window?"

"Oh no, the pollen count is terrible today," Linda shook her head. "My allergies would go crazy. Now, about this beetroot dish-"

Rachel dropped her pen, ducking under the desk to retrieve it. Her hand gripped my calf as she straightened up, and I nearly knocked over my coffee.

"Careful there!" Linda jumped back. "These reports would be ruined."

"Sorry," I squeaked, while Rachel innocently reorganized her papers, her pinky finger just barely grazing my knee.

"As I was saying," Linda continued, "they ferment the beetroot for three days-"

Rachel stretched, arching her back in a way that made her blouse pull tight across her chest. I stared fixedly at my computer screen, typing nonsense into an empty document.

"Sarah, are you sure you're okay? You haven't typed a single word correctly in that email," Linda pointed out.

I shifted in my seat, desperately trying to focus on Linda's beetroot monologue.

"Maybe Sarah needs a break," Rachel's voice dripped with honey. "She seems... distracted. All hot and bothered by these spreadsheets."

My cheeks burned. "I'm fine."

"Oh no, your keyboard's getting quite slippery from all that... concentration." Rachel's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Wouldn't want to short-circuit anything."

Linda nodded sympathetically. "The humidity in here is terrible. My papers get damp too."

"I bet Sarah's papers are absolutely soaked." Rachel bit her lip. "All that intense... focused energy."

I kicked her under the desk, but she just grinned wider.

"You know what they say about passionate analysts," Rachel continued. "They get so wrapped up in their work, everything just gets... moist."

"The air conditioning really needs fixing," Linda agreed, completely missing Rachel's innuendo. "My plants at home get like that too - all dewy in the morning."

"Speaking of morning dew..." Rachel's foot brushed against my leg. "Sarah seems to be experiencing quite the... natural phenomenon herself."

I coughed violently, grabbing my water bottle.

"Poor thing can barely keep her fingers on the keys," Rachel smirked. "They keep... sliding off."

"Maybe you're coming down with something?" Linda peered at me with concern. "You're all flushed and fidgety."

"Just excited about these quarterly reports," Rachel winked. "They really get Sarah's... productivity flowing."

I wanted to crawl under my desk and die.

"Such dedication!" Linda beamed. "Well, I should let you two get back to work. Sarah, maybe open a window when my allergies won't act up?"

"Oh, I don't think Sarah needs any more... stimulation right now," Rachel murmured. "She's already plenty... motivated."

I waited until Linda's heels clicked away, my cheeks still burning. I spun in my chair, ready to confront Rachel about her shameless teasing.

"I'm going to-" The words died in my throat as Rachel stood, leaning over me.

Her scent hit me first - lavender and something spicier. Before I could process, her hand slid up my skirt. Her fingers traced the edge of my panties, then pressed firmly against my core.

"Were you going to say something?" Rachel's breath tickled my ear, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"I... um... you..." My brain short-circuited. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles.

"Go on," she whispered. "What were you going to tell me?"

"Bluh..." A strangled sound escaped my lips. Her touch was precise, knowing exactly how to make me lose coherence.

Rachel leaned closer, her voice a melodic tease. "Something about my behavior? About how inappropriate I'm being?"

My hips betrayed me, pushing against her hand. She increased pressure, her touch growing more insistent.

"Cat got your tongue?" Another circle, another surge of heat.

"Gnnnh..." I gripped the armrests of my chair, trying to form words. "You... can't... just..."

"Can't what?" Her fingers dipped lower, applying just enough pressure to make me dizzy. "Can't tease you? Can't touch you right here in the office?"

My breathing grew ragged. The risk of someone walking in only heightened the excitement.

"Use your words, Sarah," Rachel murmured, her grin widening. "What were you going to say?"

"You... can't..." My voice failed me as Rachel's finger slipped inside with ease. Every nerve ending in my body ignited. My eyes widened, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Can't what, Sarah?" Rachel's lips brushed my earlobe as her finger began to move. "Can't finger your tight little pussy right here in the office?"

A whimper escaped my lips, my back arching slightly as she curled her finger, finding that sweet spot almost immediately.

"Oh God..." I clenched my teeth, every rational thought evaporating. "You can't just—"

"Shh." Rachel's other hand covered my mouth, silencing my moans as her finger worked its magic. "You're so wet, Sarah. So ready for me."

My eyes squeezed shut as she slid a second finger inside, scissoring and twisting, filling me completely. I could feel my walls gripping her, begging for more.

"Fuck..." The expletive slipped out as I rocked my hips against her hand. The sensation was overwhelming, my chair creaking with each of my frantic movements.

"That's it, Sarah." Rachel's breath was hot against my neck. "Ride my fingers. Fuck yourself on my hand."

I couldn't control my movements, bucking against her, seeking that perfect angle. Rachel kept up a relentless pace, whispering filthy words of encouragement. Her fingers curved just so, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.

"You like that, don't you?" Rachel's voice was thick with desire. "You like being stuffed full of my fingers while we're at work."

"Yes..." I moaned, shameless now, my hands gripping the arms of the chair for support. "Oh, God, yes..."

"Look at you, Sarah." Rachel nipped at my ear, her fingers never slowing. "All these years, hiding this naughty side."

"Nnngh..." Her fingers knew exactly what to do, milking pleasure from every inch of me. I could feel my core tightening, coiling like a spring, ready to snap. The pleasure built higher and higher, my body trembling on the edge of release. Rachel's fingers worked their magic, pushing me closer and closer to—

She yanked her hand away.

"No..." I gasped, my hips lifting off the chair, seeking contact that was no longer there. "Please..."

Rachel licked her fingers, her eyes sparkling with mischief. My pussy throbbed, desperate and empty.

"Sorry sweetie, can't let you make a mess at work." She smoothed down her skirt, looking far too composed.

"Rachel..." My voice came out as a pathetic whine. "You can't just..."

"Can't what?" She grinned, adjusting her blouse. "Leave you all hot and bothered? Watch you squirm?"

I gripped the armrests, trying to steady my ragged breathing. My body hummed with unfulfilled need.

"I'm going to grab some coffee." Rachel picked up her purse, acting as if she hadn't just had her fingers buried inside me. "Want some? Or maybe something cold?" She winked. "You look like you could use it."

"Please..." I shifted in my seat, the ache between my legs almost unbearaking. "Don't leave me like this."

"Like what?" She feigned innocence. "All worked up? Desperate?" Her laugh was musical. "Don't worry, we'll finish what we started... later."

My whimper only made her grin wider.

"So, coffee?" She raised an eyebrow. "Or should I bring you back some ice?"

I watched Rachel's hips sway as she walked down the corridor, her silhouette framed by the office window. My body still tingled from her touch, but a heaviness settled in my chest. Mark. Her boyfriend. The reality of our situation crashed over me like a cold wave.

I turned back to my laptop, forcing myself to focus on the quarterly reports. Numbers blurred together as my mind wandered back to Rachel's fingers, her whispered words, her intoxicating scent.

The click of heels announced her return. She slid into her chair beside me, two coffee cups in hand. My heart skipped.

"Rachel," I whispered, unable to stop myself. "You're so beautiful. I wish... I wish I could have you all to myself."

Her eyes softened. She leaned closer. "Sarah, I was thinking... maybe tonight we could-"

Her phone buzzed. Mark's name flashed on the screen. Rachel's expression darkened as she answered.

"What?" Her tone sharp, annoyed. She rolled her eyes at me, mouthing 'sorry' while Mark's voice crackled through the speaker.

My shoulders slumped. I stared at my keyboard, trying to swallow the disappointment rising in my throat.

Movement caught my eye. Rachel stood, phone still pressed to her ear, and turned around. She bent over, slowly lifting her skirt. My breath caught. Her bare ass and pussy were on full display, smooth and perfect. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes dancing with mischief as she listened to Mark drone on.

I gaped at her, heat flooding my face. Rachel bit her lip, suppressing a giggle as she lowered her skirt and returned to her conversation.

"Uh-huh," she said into the phone, winking at me. "Yeah, I'm listening."

I tried to focus on my work while Rachel continued her phone call with Mark, but her theatrical eye-rolling and exaggerated hand gestures kept drawing my attention.

She mimed a talking mouth with her hand. "Mark, you're going on and on..." Her free hand circled in the universal 'hurry up' motion.

More chatter from the phone. Rachel pressed her palm against her forehead.

"Actually, I can't tonight." She straightened in her chair. "I'm going out for drinks with my new friend Sarah."

A pause. Rachel's eyes met mine, a smile playing at her lips.

"No, I don't care if you made dinner reservations. You should have asked me first." She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "I already made plans."

Another pause. Rachel mouthed 'blah blah blah' while Mark's voice buzzed through the speaker.

"Look, I'm not canceling on Sarah. We're going out tonight, end of discussion." Her tone left no room for argument. "I have to go, we're busy at work."

She hung up without waiting for his response, dropping her phone on the desk with a satisfying clunk.

My heart fluttered. Rachel had just made plans for us without even asking - and I couldn't have been happier about it. A smile spread across my face as I pretended to type.

"So," Rachel leaned closer, her breath tickling my ear. "Drinks tonight?"

I nodded, unable to hide my grin. "Apparently so."